The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84.
Yu Hwa Ryeong rushed forward in front of Bu Eunseol and spoke urgently.
“How can you sever human bonds so coldly?”
“You’re the one who severed them.”
“No, what I mean is, no matter how wicked a person may be, how can you act without the slightest hesitation….”
Yu Hwa Ryeong, who had been muttering softly, suddenly seemed to recall something and murmured quietly.
“Ah, I see…. So that’s why my masters desired someone like you.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong’s expression as he shook his head was deeply bitter and pained.
“I merely wished to offer you counsel. Let us proceed as planned.”
His words were measured, but his expression remained hollow.
He was a swordsman of the Cheon Geom Hoe, possessed of exceptional martial skill, yet it seemed his heart was regrettably too tender.
“Master Yu.”
Heuk Pyo, who had been observing the scene, spoke carefully.
“Please, observe for just a few more days. Then you will understand why the young master acts this way.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Gangho is treacherous.”
Heuk Pyo continued cautiously, yet with composure.
“Surely those seeking to claim the young master’s sword will appear without end. You believe such incidents will not occur, do you not?”
“Of course.”
“Do you truly believe so?”
Yu Hwa Ryeong nodded with conviction.
“This Sichuan is filled with righteous masters of the martial world. Such incidents do not happen frequently here.”
“Very well then. Shall we make a wager?”
“A wager?”
Heuk Pyo nodded.
“If no one appears seeking to steal the sword within these coming days, I shall build a shrine for Ye Jung Sam Gwi and observe three years of mourning.”
“Hmph.”
“But if such incidents continue to occur, I ask that you no longer reproach the young master’s hands for being unfeeling.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong regarded Heuk Pyo anew.
He had thought him merely a simple hired retainer bound by contract, yet the man possessed considerable loyalty to Bu Eunseol.
“Very well.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong answered with confidence.
“Let it be so.”
He was a disciple of the Cheon Geom Hoe and possessed extensive connections throughout the Gangho. He believed that with his intervention, such incidents would never occur again.
But how could he have known?
That Bu Eunseol awakened a peculiar hostility in the wicked.
And that she possessed a power to provoke conflict whenever her gaze met that of one who harbored enmity….
Days later, within the second floor of Se Hyang Da Ru.
Crash!
The body of Gu Hwan Ssang Bi Seok Il Gun, who had been provoking Bu Eunseol to claim her silent sword, shattered through a table,
Crack!
Seizing that moment, Bing Sal Moon’s Assassin Woong Gyeom, who had been about to strike a poisoned hand at Bu Eunseol, flew through the window instead.
“….”
Yu Hwa Ryeong, who had been holding a teacup, stared at the scene with eyes wide open.
This was already the third time.
People who provoked conflict and attempted ambushes to steal the Silent Sword….
Whatever madness had possessed them, the masters who coveted the Divine Sword would immediately pick fights the moment their eyes met Bu Eunseol’s, and without fail, they would go flying away as a bloody mess.
And each time, they departed in exactly that manner.
‘Ugh, hmm.’
Watching this unfold, Yu Hwa Ryeong set down his teacup and let his shoulders sag.
He too had left the Cheon Geom Hoe and wandered the martial world for years. But he had never encountered anyone who attracted trouble as frequently as Bu Eunseol.
‘This is like iron filings before a magnet!’
It seemed as though every villain in Sichuan followed in Bu Eunseol’s wake.
‘Those who possess a Divine Sword are hardly rare in the martial world. So why does this happen only to him?’
In truth, it was because of Bu Eunseol’s exquisite appearance.
Though tall, his features were far more refined than those of countless beauties. With delicate sun acupoints and a slender frame, he resembled not a martial artist but a gracefully raised young master from a wealthy household.
In short, his appearance was so delicate that even a child would feel no wariness—which meant martial artists harboring ill intent approached without hesitation.
‘If only the ruffians of the Demonic Path had challenged him, I could accept it….’
Among those who had attacked Bu Eunseol these past days were renowned righteous heroes and late-stage masters, as well as the Jade Sword and the Wind Cloud Divine Dragon.
In other words, it had been proven that desire for the Divine Sword transcended the divide between Orthodox and Demonic.
Just as Yu Hwa Ryeong stared at the shattered window with unfocused eyes,
“Well then,”
Heuk Pyo spoke with a faint smile.
“Do you still see our young master as a cruel person who needlessly strikes with poisoned hands?”
“Ahem.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong had nothing to say.
From Bu Eunseol’s position, it would not be an exaggeration to say that failing to strike with poisoned hands would be abnormal.
Countless people day and night sought to steal the Silent Sword and claim his life. If he did not make an example of them, such incidents would undoubtedly continue without end.
“I’ll admit I was rash.”
Yu Hwa Ryeong heaved a sigh so deep it seemed the earth itself might collapse, and clasped his hands together toward Bu Eunseol.
“I apologize to you as well. I’m sorry.”
Bu Eunseol shook his head as if it were nothing.
“Think nothing of it.”
Night had grown deep.
Perhaps exhausted from the arduous days he had endured, Yu Hwa Ryeong fell into deep sleep the moment he entered the Inn.
Heuk Pyo sat crouched in a corner, reading the secret manual of divine techniques that Bu Eunseol had given him.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol spoke softly, observing Heuk Pyo.
“Don’t sit there—read comfortably at the table.”
“It’s fine.”
“Anyway, I’ll only be gone for a moment.”
As Bu Eunseol rose to her feet, Heuk Pyo closed his book and stood.
“Are you hungry? Shall I inquire about a good restaurant nearby?”
“I’ll just step outside for some fresh air.”
Stepping out of the Inn, Bu Eunseol deployed her Extreme Speed Shadowless technique and ascended to the roof of a tall pavilion.
‘It’s time I began cultivating my fist techniques.’
In truth, ever since reading the secret manual of the Fist Demon, I had been contemplating the principles of fist arts day and night.
I had even entertained the thought of whether I could weave sword techniques into fist arts while executing them. The profound teachings of the Fist Demon’s scripture were etched into my mind like a brand.
Now that there were scarcely any who sought my sword, I intended to conduct a proper training session.
A gentle breeze stirred.
Deploying a movement technique as swift as wind itself, Bu Eunseol ventured deep into the Forest far from the village.
Upon discovering a Bamboo Forest resplendent with verdant leaves, I recalled the secret teachings of the Fist Demon under the moonlight.
A soft whoosh.
Tracing a semicircle, Bu Eunseol unleashed the first form of the Fist Demon’s technique.
The methods of body, hands, and feet differ little from the principles of the sword.
Yet the fist arts of the Fist Demon are entirely different. They employ techniques of effortless mastery, unbound by the principles of any martial school.
This is because they are founded upon the absolute confidence that one can always shatter an opponent’s technique before it fully manifests.
Whoosh!
As Bu Eunseol released a fist strike, a piercing sound accompanied a tremendous gust of wind.
Crack, crack, crack.
In that same instant, the bamboo before me vanished without a trace, shattered to fragments by the devastating force.
“This isn’t it.”
Yet Bu Eunseol shook her head with dissatisfaction.
The fist arts of the Fist Demon possessed not merely overwhelming power, but required reaching the realm of Tracelessness.
That is to say, no trace or mark should remain.
Whoosh!
Unleashing the fist technique once more, another bamboo stalk shattered.
Yet this time, far less wind arose, and the noise of the fist force diminished. Still, reaching the realm of Tracelessness seemed distant.
‘I must proceed slowly.’
Cultivating the fist arts of the Fist Demon was akin to reaching the ultimate principles of the sword.
One could not achieve it in a single breath, and even a lifetime of cultivation might not yield a realm of true satisfaction.
A subtle rustle.
Then, from somewhere, a faint sound reached my ears—a sensation only one trained in the Beast Sense could perceive.
Whoosh!
Once more, Bu Eunseol’s fist strike cleaved through the void.
That fist force, like sword energy poured forth with full might, swept across the bamboo stalks more than ten paces distant.
“Remarkable fist technique.”
The figure within the Bamboo Forest did not meet the fist force head-on, but instead hurled himself through the air.
A sharp whistle.
Whoosh.
The shadow that appeared in mid-air spun like a top, dissipating the force of the strike.
It was the first time Bu Eunseol had witnessed such a dazzling yet exquisite movement technique since entering the Gangho.
Thump.
The shadow descended to the ground, revealing a man with a sturdy build dressed in a yellow robe. He approached Bu Eunseol and clasped his hands respectfully.
“My apologies. I happened to pass through and inadvertently witnessed your martial training.”
Observing another’s martial cultivation was taboo in the Gangho. Yet the man bowed with complete composure, his hands clasped.
“If it is not too presumptuous, I would like to offer this as an apology.”
The man withdrew a golden flower from a leather pouch.
It was the Pear Blossom Leaf—a secret token carried only by the direct masters of the Sichuan Tang Clan.
The pear tree was the most famous and common thing in Sichuan.
The Sichuan Tang Clan had stylized the petals of this pear blossom into their clan emblem, which was the Pear Blossom Leaf.
Bu Eunseol gazed down at the Pear Blossom Leaf.
For a master of the Eight Great Families to present a clan emblem held profound significance. It could only be given to a sworn sibling or close friend.
“I am called Dang Gon. And your name, friend?”
Dang Gon, the man in the yellow robe, smiled broadly and clasped his hands again.
Yet Bu Eunseol regarded the Pear Blossom Leaf with a cold expression.
“Why do you offer this to me?”
“From that single technique alone, I could discern the profound heights you have attained.”
“Are you suggesting that high martial skill alone makes one worthy of the Tang Clan?”
“That is not my meaning. I simply felt affection for you.”
“Have you never considered that I might be a vile demon or a master of the Demonic Path?”
Bu Eunseol regarded him with cold eyes.
Had Dang Gon harbored hostility toward Bu Eunseol, that icy gaze would have kindled rage and murderous intent.
Instead, he laughed heartily.
“Hahahaha. Our clan maintains relations not only with the Orthodox Sects but with various factions of the Demonic Path as well. So being a master of the Demonic Path is of no consequence… But if you were truly a vile villain, then I would have to blame my own judgment.”
Dang Gon spoke with unwavering confidence.
As a direct master of the Eight Great Families, he possessed not only exceptional martial prowess but also considerable discernment.
“Will you accept it?”
Bu Eunseol regarded Dang Gon intently.
His eyes gleamed with confidence and genuine goodwill.
Should I accept this, none in Sichuan would dare touch me. And for the first time on my journey through the Gangho, I would gain a friend.
―The Gangho is treacherous. Trust no one… and be cautious.
Suddenly, Gong Sshi Ssang Ma’s final words echoed in my mind.
We had belonged to the same organization, yet ultimately became enemies who sought each other’s lives.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol let out a low sound and shook her head.
Whoosh.
She tossed the Pear Blossom Leaf back to Dang Gon.
“Does this one lack the qualifications to be your friend?”
Bu Eunseol, observing Dang Gon’s hardened expression, shook her head with lifeless eyes.
“In the Gangho, one has no need for close friends.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you never know when you might draw your blade against each other.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Dang Gon appeared lost in contemplation. Then he exhaled a deep sigh.
“That could well be true.”
Even within the current Tang Clan, blood relatives were engaged in shadow struggles over the position of clan leader.
No matter how genuine a friendship might appear in the Gangho, it could transform into enmity the moment it conflicted with one’s interests.
“But I have the right to ask your name.”
“Bu Eunseol.”
When Bu Eunseol spoke briefly, Dang Gon let out a sound of recognition.
“The champion of the Donghyo Seorang Jeong Mu Dae Hoe—the rising star who appeared like a comet in the Gangho. So it was you.”
Bu Eunseol did not answer and turned away.
“But you should also know this.”
Dang Gon spoke with a faint smile.
“In the Gangho, there exist friendships where one would gladly give their life for the other.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
Bu Eunseol and Dang Gon turned away from each other.
Yet both their expressions bore faint smiles, as if they had made a silent pact.

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